Author's Note:

Hopefully I'll be able to post on a much more regular schedule now. This is a bit of a longer chapter, so I hope you all enjoy it. I'd also like to send a special shout out to Albionia for writing the first review on this story! It took 3 chapters, but I'm glad to know what someone thinks of this story. Once again, thank you to all of the other people who read, favorited, and followed.

Chapter 4

Dumbledore activated the Portkey he had made with an empty lemon drop tin and landed in the Dragon Sanctuary in Romania. Dumbledore looked around until he spotted a man in dragon skin armor standing by a building. Heading towards him, Dumbledore shouted, "Good day, may I inquire as to whether Charlie Weasley is around?"

The man turned towards the headmaster of Hogwarts and nodded in acknowledgment. "Yer lookin' fer Charlie, are ya?"

Dumbledore nodded. "That's right. Do you happen to know where I might find him?"

"Well, you've come at the right time. He's just inside there. He finished trainin' the old Longtail fer today a few minutes ago." The man waved his arm towards the door. "Foller me now and I'll take ya to him. Name's Toby, by the way, and you are?"

"Albus Dumbledore, thank you."

Dumbledore was led into a room with a few tables scattered around, as well as a few doors that he assumed led to a kitchen, a bathroom, and the rooms where the dragon trainers resided. A few people were eating meals at one table, talking and laughing easily. Another group of keepers was sitting at a different table, playing Exploding Snap. A man with longer red hair was walking through a door into the room, carrying a plate and a glass of pumpkin juice. The man looked to the entrance and smiled. "Dumbledore, what brings you here? You don't need any more dragons for an activity at the school, do you?"

Dumbledore sadly shook his head. "No, I came to talk to you, actually. Can we go somewhere to speak with one another a bit more privately?"

Charlie thought for a moment and slowly nodded. "Yes, follow me. Thank you for showing him in here, Toby."

"Yes, thank you, Tobias."

"It's my pleasure ter see such an important member of the wizardin' world seen to properly."

Charlie motioned his hand from Dumbledore to one of the doors. He walked over to it, Dumbledore following him, and he opened the door for the headmaster to step into a hallway. "We aren't supposed to eat in our quarters, but I haven't eaten anything since breakfast, and I think they'll make an exception if I'm meeting with the Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards." Charlie opened another door, and Dumbledore was led into a room with a mahogany desk and chair, a bookcase that had every crevice filled, a fireplace along one wall, and a bed that had red covers with gold accents. "This is my room; nobody should bother us in here." Charlie set the food and his glass on the desk and pulled out his wand, putting up silencing charms. "What did you want to speak with me about?"

Dumbledore sighed. "Well, you might as well begin eating your meal. I came to ask a favor of you, one that I hope to have accomplished as soon as possible."

Charlie sat in the mahogany chair, moving it so he could face his former headmaster who was now sitting on the edge of the bed. "As I'm sure you know, seeing as how much your mother cares for Harry as if he was her adopted son, the last event of the Triwizard Tournament was this afternoon, and young Harry competed as he was required."

"Yes, but what could this have to do with me?"

Dumbledore smiled thoughtfully. "If I were in your position I would be asking the same question. Under normal circumstances, this would have nothing to do with you since you're in a Dragon sanctuary thousands of kilometers away in Romania. However, for the last event there was a maze. We couldn't see the competitors, so they were instructed to send up sparks with their wands if they ever found themselves in a time of trouble. This means, however, that if something unfortunate happened and the contestant was unable to defend themselves, we would have no way of knowing if something was wrong until after the event was over."

"If something happened to Harry, I fail to see why you've decided to come here to ask for help. My mother would be more than willing to care for him, and between Madam Pomfrey and Professor Snape, they should be able to patch him up just as well as anyone else."

"You see, they can't, not without your help. Harry showed up on the Quidditch field with the Tournament Cup in one hand, and the corpse of Cedric Diggory was grabbed with the other. Unconscious, we only just woke him up, forcibly at that, and Professor Snape has come to the conclusion that Stupesquamis Incursio was cast on him at some point during the contest."

The second eldest Weasley son spat his pumpkin juice out of his mouth involuntarily. "Are you entirely sure that the spell used was Stupesquamis Incursio?"

Dumbledore calmly nodded. "We are of the utmost certainty."

Charlie stood up and began pacing the room. "That's just not possible, Albus. Harry is a boy, not a Dragon. His body will not be able to cope with the force of the spell that they used on him for whatever it is they were doing. Harry will die; that spell was meant for use to Stun Dragons."

"We know that, Charlie. That is why I have come to you for aid in this time of need."

Charlie turned towards Dumbledore. "What could you possibly need from me? I can't help at all. That curse is lethal to mere wizards. I may be a Dragon keeper, but I can't save him from a fatal spell."

"Oh, but you can, Mr. Weasley. Professor Snape has a plan. There's a reason we've come to you for help; you're the only person we know of who can get us a potion ingredient in such a short amount of time. Madam Pomfrey says we only have but a few hours to save the savior of the wizarding world. We need fresh Dragon blood."

Charlie sighed and sat down in his chair. "Are you certain that he can be saved?"

"I know that many of the students are not fond of Severus; I'm not blind, but I have faith in my school's potions master. If he says that he can save Harry, I expect him to do everything in his power to save him. I've heard his plans, and I believe that they will work, but we need fresh Dragon blood to give to Harry in a potion. Do you think you can get it for us?"

"I'll do my best to get it for you, but you'll have to stay here. The Dragons aren't very fond of strangers, and I'll need their complete trust and attention to get some of their blood for you. What exactly is Professor Snape going to attempt?"

"We're going to try to introduce the Dragon blood into his blood and merge the genes of the two creatures. Hopefully the strength of the Dragon will keep Harry with us."

Charlie thought for a moment. "That could work. I'd have to come back with you, though. Once the Dragon blood is introduced, the spell will act as it was originally meant to and stun Harry. You'll have to have someone trained in these spells to lift it."

Dumbledore nodded. "You can Portkey back with me."

"Right, I'll go get the blood. You can call someone at Hogwarts with the Floo if you'd like."

"You never told me that you had a Floo system out here."

Charlie laughed a hearty chuckle. "It's a one-way system. I can contact other people with it, but other people can't contact me through it. The security of the Dragons here is upheld if we do that. Only people powerful enough to make Portkeys or the people who work here can get in." He stood up and opened one of the desk's drawers, pulling out a pot. He handed it to Dumbledore. "There's the Floo powder. I'll be back as soon as I can." He stood up and left the room, taking his now empty plate and glass with him.